#402

Chaos Halls

dying inside, in presence long past

negated by reality’s being,  hope offered, hope alive

strength to ride, strength to write…feeling outside, inside,

right ways out. loving, loving reaching under skin

to heart and soul, read aloud treasure found

stored upon that precious cloud; inspiration’s bite

walking time and over again, falling over self

reaching out, finding nothing is as seems, lost all in dreams

of all, sorted out, these chaos halls

twisted heaven to nethers, beautiful walls

beauty beheld, within heart melds

one to another, faulty workmanship

falters on bullshit, some pick-up

carry on together, others, weak of couth

selfish desires, fall into self, run amok,

giving no fuck but for an interest of self,

ego love, ego want, ego hell.

 

 

 

 

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